"took a good girl and you turned me oh, so bad"
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"strip for me." Derek growls, resting his hands on his thighs, sitting back on the bed, watching you.
you clutched onto the his shirt you were wearing, slowly pulling it over your head, tossing it onto the hardwood floor next to you.
he bit his lip, not taking his eyes off you, as you played with the straps of your black lace bra.
"do you wanna take this off?" you ask, turning around, moving your hair out of the way.
feeling his warm hands running along the back of your shoulder, goosebumps rose on your skin. he gently kissed your shoulder, pulling down the straps pf your bra. he unclasped it, making it fall onto your lap.
you tug on your matching lace thong, biting your lip. derek watches you, raising an eyebrow, licking his lips, "hurry up."
"am i daddy's good girl?" you ask, crawling onto the bed in front of him. he shakes his head, smirking.
"oh, babygirl, no. you're daddy's bad, bad girl." he says, signalling you to crawl closer to him.
you climb onto his lap, making him groan quietly, his hard member poking your inner thigh through his tight boxers.
"what to bad girls get?" you ask, kissing across his jawline.
"wanna find out?" he asks, roaming his hands along your back.
you nod eagerly, and he looks down towards his member. he pulls down his boxers, his member springing out, hitting his lower stomach. he groans in relief, before looking at you, "ride me."
you nod again, pulling your thong down your freshly shaven legs, before lowering yourself onto him.
"ah," he pants out, furrowing his eyebrows, throwing his head back against the headboard of the bed.
you adjust yourself, before grinding your hips against his, moaning at the feeling of him filling you up.
"oh my god-" he mumbles, his head still thrown back, allowing you more access to mark your territory along his neck.
his eyes flutter shut, "oh, fuck, this feels so good."
you feel him release into you suddenly, panting out your name a couple of times, before you climb off of him.
"am i daddy's good girl now?" you smirk, watching as he struggles to reply, out of breath.
"hell yea"
